Smile unplugged

Nach Monaten schreibe ich mal wieder was für Friday Fictioneers, eine lockere internationale Gruppe von Schreiberlingen (mehrheitlich Muttersprachler) . Die Gruppe wird gehosted von Rochelle https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com, die jeden Mittwoch ein Foto postet zu dem man sich eine Geschichte einfallen lassen muss. Die Story darf nur 100 Wörter haben. Eine echte Herausforderung, die englische Sprache und die Begrenzung auf 100 Wörter, aber auch sehr lehrreich.

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on-on-offPHOTO PROMPT – Copyright Ted Strutz

“Imagine a puddle of blood in your mother`s encephalon”
The doctor pointed on a dark spot on the x-ray.
“Twelve square centimeter, frontal lobe,” he continued.
I stared at the screen, tried to identify the enemy.
“She doesn´t know where she is or what time and date we have.
The newspaper she read yesterday will be new every day for her.”
The Christmas tree in the garden of the hospital sparkled.
“Mum, what is todays date?”
Looking out of the window she slowly said:
“It is March”.
She smiled, but her smile didn´t glow. Smile unplugged.

words: 96

when I saw the photo this week, I felt it was the synonym for my Mum since she is ill. She appears to me as if something unplugged her.

Dies Ater

copyright-adam-ickes     Photo copyright Adam Ickes

THE CHALLENGE:
Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. (No one will be ostracized for going a few words over the count.) the group is hosted by Rochelle, each week we find an inspiring new photo on her blog: http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com
THE KEY:
Make every word count.
To see all the great 100 word stories of the weekly challenge use this link: http://new.inlinkz.com/luwpview.php?id=424094

I am happy with your comments! Since English is my second language I am glad about any help to improve grammar or terms.

I must try to remember what happened before I go mad…all those packing cases here…I don´t want to move, I live here – what happened –
I remember discussing on the stairs with Miss Banks from vis-à-vis…. She hates me, I am young and pretty and she is old and ugly.
Banks is an envious disgusting monster – She tipped my shoulder with a thin bony finger, started to complain immediately and when I called her an old annoying goat her glare hit me –

“Now bring the cases with the invoices, Gary!”
“´right Boss,”
Sir, help me, please….!
“Boss, what the hell is the goat doing here?”

Words: 104

 

City of love

THE CHALLENGE:

Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. (No one will be ostracized for going a few words over the count.) the group is hosted by Rochelle, each week we find an inspiring new photo on her blog: http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com

THE KEY:

Make every word count.

To see all the great 100 word stories of the weekly challenge use this link:http://new.inlinkz.com/luwpview.php?id=380417

I am happy with your comments! Since English is my second language I am glad about any help to improve grammar or terms.

Back again –  I am happy I can take part this week. Thanks Rochelle for the inspiring photo. When I see this old elevators I always think of Paris…

old-building-staircase

Foto Copyright: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.

He rushed through the streets, turned into the Rue de Berri  and I remembered our wedding night in the Hotel California ten years ago. I followed him, carefully, like a shadow, and finally he entered one of the beautiful ancient Parisian houses. I crossed the street and slowly opened the heavy door of the building, slipped into and saw the elevator disappearing up. The display showed it stopped on the third floor.  “Cherie, enfin..” the rest of the sentence was swallowed by the metallic noise of the closing grate. I quietly crept the stairs up to the third floor and pushed the doorbell.

103 words

If you want to find out more about the „Hotel California“ in Paris and it´s history click here http://www.leshotelsduroy.com/en/hotel-california/your-hotel/hotel-california-paris-history

Girls school

THE CHALLENGE:

Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. (No one will be ostracized for going a few words over the count.) the group is hosted by Rochelle, each week we find an inspiring new photo on her blog: http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com

THE KEY:

Make every word count.

To see all the great 100 word stories of the weekly challenge use this link: http://new.inlinkz.com/luwpview.php?id=351912

I am happy with your comments! Since English is my second language I am glad about any help to improve grammar or terms.

photo copyright: Claire Fuller

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Safiya got up early this morning. She was so excited, today she would get her certificate, now the door into another world would be open for her. “I will study,” her daily mantra was in her head also this morning, like the years before, but never this aim was so near than today. As every morning she made a short notice in her diary before she left the house to go to school.

The bomb detonated when the door of the school opened. Safiya´s diary was found, but not her body. Her last entry was: “today is the happiest day in my life.”

words: 103

http://www.spiegel.de/video/bomben-gegen-bildung-wie-pakistanische-maedchen-dem-terror-trotzen-video-1161800.html

 

Loveletter

THE CHALLENGE:

Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. (No one will be ostracized for going a few words over the count.) the group is hosted by Rochelle, each week we find an inspiring new photo on her blog: http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com

THE KEY:

Make every word count.

To see all the great 100 word stories of the weekly challenge use this link: http://new.inlinkz.com/luwpview.php?id=361557

I am happy with your comments! Since English is my second language I am glad about any help to improve grammar or terms.

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When I close my eyes the scene appears immediately: small houses sticking to the terraced hill, cypresses, bald and lonely, warm rain falling from mountain clouds.  I can hear the music of the landscape, it sounds in my heart like an everlasting OM, telling me I love my homeland, wherever I will be on this planet. But still I am thousands of miles away and God only knows, if I ever will come back again. The day I followed you changed my life completely. Though, after thirty years I am sure my home is where my heart is. And my heart is with you.

words: 104

The witness

THE CHALLENGE:

Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. (No one will be ostracized for going a few words over the count.) the group is hosted by Rochelle, each week we find an inspiring new photo on her blog: http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com

THE KEY:

Make every word count.

To see all the great 100 word stories of the weekly challenge use this link: http://new.inlinkz.com/luwpview.php?id=353888

I am happy with your comments! Since English is my second language I am glad about any help to improve grammar or terms.

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I came back to the house after ten years. Like a dunning red forefinger it stood there, staring at me with one blind eye. Brian´s body never had been found, I was the suffering widow. My pain was huge, around fifty million dollars. But all the time I heard the house calling me. It was ridiculous, such a fucked something could never be dangerous. I stood right in front of it, looking in it´s eye, when I heard it scream. The red wall collapsed and buried half of my body. Now I am the prisoner of the only witness and the sun is so hot…hot…

Genre: crime

Words: 106

After few weeks I am back to FF, thanks Rochelle for the inspiring prompt this week! Happy New Year to all of you!

Stonecold

THE CHALLENGE:

Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. (No one will be ostracized for going a few words over the count.) the group is hosted by Rochelle, each week we find an inspiring new photo on her blog:http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com

THE KEY:

Make every word count. To see all the great 100 word stories of the weekly challenge use this link http://new.inlinkz.com/luwpview.php?id=331433

al_forbes

He courted me, besieged me with expensive gifts and last night he came up with his real identity.

“I am Zeus,” he said and smiled, “no woman could ever resist me.”

I was sure definitely now he was insane.

“But I love Tommy,” my voice trembled.

“Sure,” his eyes were cold. “That´s the place he is waiting for you, Darling.”

He handed me a piece of parchment. I knew the street, lots of beautiful old mansions.

I found the house and slowly panic was spreading in my stomach.

“Tommy? “

Above my head I heard a crunching noise and looked up into Tommy`s stony face-

Genre: fantasy

Words: 105

Every Medal has two sides

THE CHALLENGE:

Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. (No one will be ostracized for going a few words over the count.) the group is hosted by Rochelle, each week we find an inspiring new photo on her blog:http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com

THE KEY:

Make every word count. To see all the great 100 word stories of the weekly challenge use this link:http://new.inlinkz.com/luwpview.php?id=329034

koi

“I want to be white, Mummy! “

The little orange Koi angrily beated with her fin.

“Whites have more fun! And only a White can be Miss Koi-Pond!”

“Oh darling, you are the cutest little orange Koi here !”,

her mother said as calmly as she could.

“And one day a nice Koi-boy will come and realize that…”

“No no no ! I want to be WHITE! Like White-Angel, look how all the boys swim around her –“

A shadow fell on the pond.

“I made my choice, Mister Takimoto, “ a dark voice said.

“I´ll take this white beauty over there.”

 

words: 101

Black and White

THE CHALLENGE:

Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. (No one will be ostracized for going a few words over the count.) the group is hosted by Rochelle, each week we find an inspiring new photo on her blog: http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com

THE KEY:

Make every word count.

To see all the great 100 word stories of the weekly challenge use this link:
http://www.inlinkz.com/wpview.php?id=325879

This time I felt like writing a poem- what an adventure! It is this the kind of lyric I write in German, line breaking, playing around with words – so I hope imploringly I didn´t use any ridiculous or completely wrong phrases – comments and help with the language are welcome, as always! I hope you enjoy my first attempt in poetry here…

dismantled-keyboard

We were the black and

the white

the perfect sound of

our love

a warm coat in

this cold world

 

now the

pain rises

inside of me like

water in a swelling river

and silence

has nested in every

room

 

I believed in

you and me and

in the wonderful structure of verse

and chorus

and bridge of our life

 

Now our love

has fallen

silent the rooms

don´t  breath your perfume

anymore

I see my heart

lying in the dust

there is no beat no

music

nothing to hear

no

love

 

 

Genre: poem

words: 95

homeless

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There was not much left when the water withdrew. Miles behind the coast the destruction was not so heavy but still the car park of the supermarket was flooded.

“What is your name, Miss?”

The voice of the friendly looking young man seemed not to reach Eva´s ears.

“Miss? Where do you come from?”

Eva stared at the water, silently. Then with a sudden move she turned around.

“I didn´t let her off, “she said with a soundless voice.

“She must be here somewhere, I didn´t let her off, I´m sure -”

Shopping carts drifted in the muddy water like homeless boats.

Words: 102

This story I dedicate to all those, who survived any kind of catastrophe and feel guilty because they could not save their beloved ones.The title „homeless“ means not only the loss of a physical home but more than that the feeling of having lost the „Heimat“ of your heart.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Survivor_guilt

what a difference a day makes

the photo of this weeks inspiring prompt comes from Sandra Crook

the photo of this weeks inspiring prompt comes from Sandra Crook

Sitting on the steps of the old amphitheatre, I hummed the melody of the song that marked the beginning of our lovestory. There was no shadow, I could feel the heat on my skin.

„Thank you guys, good job, it will be a fantastic premiere! “

The director was enthusiastic.

“You were all great, just memorize this rehearsal and replay it at 9:00 p.m. tonight!”

Some of them laughed, I watched the group leaving the wooden stage and tried to find out, which of the three women was the one who just ruined my marriage: Bianca, Emilia or Desdemona.

105 words today are looking forward to your helpful comments!

Abyss

Copyright – E.A. Wicklund

Copyright – E.A. Wicklund

ABYSS

Tom stood at the edge of the cliff and was so fascinated by the fight of two seagulls that he didn´t hear Dorothy coming.

“Trauma-overcoming” he had named this journey. Dorothy never wanted to rent a villa with pool, but as always she could not prevail.

“There is a cover for the pool”, he`d laughed, “I`ll swim and then close the cover, I swear!”

After they had found Tammy, Dorothy was stumbling through the garden, carrying the dead child in her arms.

“I didn`t want to come back,” she whispered.

The seagulls fluttered away frightened when the two bodies crashed on the beach.

103 words – and it was hard to get it down to 103!

Part of this story really happened in the villa next to us on Mallorca/Spain few weeks before we where there with our little son. Our landlord told us the mother stumbled through the garden with the child and was not able to accept that her little girl died.So in my head since then is the image of the  mother with the dead child in her arms and it never left me –   this story maybe was also for me a kind of Trauma-overcoming (this word I created because I could not find anything matching)

Believe!

three doors

„Make your choice carefully,“ the fairy said.

“The door you choose will make your destiny.”

“But – “

the prince stared confused at the three portals ,” none of them seems to lead anywhere –“

“Do you always just believe what your eyes tell you?” The fairy shook her head and both of them were covered with stardust.

“If you don´t feel your destination inside your heart you will never find the right way,” she whispered.

“Listen to your heart, prince, and believe – “

The fairy disappeared in a golden cloud and the prince walked slowly through the open door…

 

99 words this time….

already addicted to Friday Fictioneers – thanks for another inspiring prompt!

Day off

 

 

the-boat-and-miss-libertyLady Liberty lolled against the rail and gazed at her steel image in the sun.

´Good decision to take my day off today,´ she thought.

´ It´s hard for somebody loving freedom more than anything else to get out just for one day in a hundred years.`

Zeus seemed to appear from nowhere next to her.

“That´s the price for everlasting youth,” he whispered in her ear.”No other woman on this planet has got such a charisma like you.”

“Old charmer,” Liberty said with a smile. “But thanks, that my wish came true, even if it´s only once in a hundred years.”

 

Another attempt – 102 words today

“Maria, aren´t you here?”

the_second_hand_shop-1Walter stood in the open door of the secondhand shop. He stared into and held on to the doorframe tightly. I heard him calling, softly, as if his voice was from the exercise  as if his voice was strained  from the exercise:

”Maria?” and again: “Maria?” It broke my heart.

Walter had again disappeared after the breakfast. Meanwhile, I knew where I could find him. Many of the common furniture had landed after the death of his wife in the small secondhandshop few blocks from the rest-home. Maria had cared for him, without her help he could have lived no longer at home with Alzheimer.

“Maria, aren´t you here?”

Words: 100   101

Mein Beitrag zur Wochenaufgabe bei FRIDAY FICTIONEERS. 

Die Aufgabe ist: schreibe eine kurze Geschichte mit maximal 100 Wörtern zu dem vorgegebenen Foto. Die Aufgabe kommt aus USA, daher ist die Geschichte in Englisch. Nicht einfach, aber Übung macht ja bekanntlich den Meister!

THE CHALLENGE:

Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. (No one will be ostracized for going a few words over the count.)

THE KEY:

Make every word count.